My sister fostered a momma cat who had kittens. She ended up keeping one of the litter, and my mom kept another. The rest had homes even before they were old enough to go back to the Animal Rescue League. HORRAY for rescue cats!

Oh Mama is not angry, that’s content kitteh face for sure. And not only do they have the same stripey nose, they also both have little white milk-chins!! It almost hurts to look at, the cuteness is so intense!!

So sweet! Awe, for everyone out there who just wants to take them home… you can have these ones! They are in Temecula CA right now and need loving families
(e-mail if you are interested: shimmerose@hotmail.com):

Two tone noses are so sofishticated. Torties are my favorite- My Nairobi gives me this look all the time, is she mad? Is she just aloof? Is she acktually jus kinda sleepy? Very inscrutable. I find it best not to try to eff the ineffable.

I hope they don’t use kitties as weapons though, though non lethal weaponry is always a pro, in my mind. I wonder if my brother would like a kitty to keep him company out there… I know my friend’s family would probably love it :)

EricaE; thanks for the links to the other camo-cats :) one of our orange tabby’s many nicknames is “Pergo” because he blends so pefectly with our red oak flooring. Hope these sweet girls find a good home, together if possible!

My long-haired tortie is a Maine Coon cat, and she has no white on her, but her markings are otherwise very similar to the mama’s markings in the pic. She is absolutely gorgeous. I especially live the orange stripe down her nose.

But rilly, I just love this site beyond previous site loves. I actually believe it acts like a drug. I’m sure every time I look at something delicious here, like these pusses, my brain is flooded with endorphins and other feel-good chemicals.

My puss is an idiot. She is very beautiful and I love her, but she hates everone save my Dad – with whom she is obsessed. Also, the only human food she will touch is Jewish festival food, liked baked marinated briskit, and Jewish style chicken.

And on the odd occasion that Mum leaves one of her bras lying around, puss will come over all sensual and rub herself all over it in a weird and slightly distubring manner – even licking it a bit.

It is wrong, but I don’t judge. She has a tiny head, and thus, an even tinier brain, about the size of a walnut. Even so, she is smart enough to psychically intuit the days that I think about taking her to the vet and won’t come anywhere near me then.

Her real name is Houdini, because when she was a bebeh kit-ton, she could escape from any cage. But everyone calls her puss. Except for dad: he calls her, “dickhead” while he snorgels her in order to throw us off the scent of his deep smushy feelings of love for our silly cat.

I do love my cat, even if I sometimes speak ill of her. When she looks at me as though I killed her family – for no reason at all – I just remember her when he was a small, grey fluff with a white puppet-mouth (white lower jaw).

I rememer picking her up from the shelter. She said “mi, mi” a bit, and made a bid for freedom out of her cage. Pity was, by that time we were in the car and I was driving on a busy road. She, of course, was climbing my head which did not make for good driving behaviours. I asked her, “God, who do you think you are? Houdini?” And the name stuck… on the vet records at least.

Now, as a mature 9 year old, Puss no longer says, “mi.” It is more of a, “maw.” Or at the vet’s, “Waaaaaaow.”

I have since left Puss in the loving care of my parents as I too have advanced in years. One night, I was visiting the folks, and we all sat together in the lounge room, chatting. All of a sudden, there was this huge noise.

“Why is there a car alarm going off inside the lounge room?” I asked my parents.

My parents were too stunned by the noise to argue that there were neither cars nor alarms inside the house.

As we looked for the source of this racket, our eyes rested upon our beloved puss who indeed sounded exactly like a violated car – all, “waho waho waho…” until she barfed everywhere.

The weird thing was that it happened a second time, and I asked again about an indoor alarm. And my mother too was similarly flummoxed. Only Dad, who truly understands puss on a deep level, got it immediately, and yelled, “SHE’S GONNA VOMIT,” before herding her outside. It was very dramatic and impressive.

Puss also feels guilty when scratching her scratching post. To her, all scratching is illicit. Like I said: walnut brain.
Cute, though.

Awww, looks just like my adopted tortie, Snack! At some point before we got her she had kittens — now I’ve got an image to go along with that knowledge!

alexi, our tortie is a tiny-headed moron too. Although she’s so fat she just sits around, so you don’t really realize it until she tries to do something physical. Then it becomes clear that she is both clumsy and stupid. But we love her, imbecilic tortietude and all.

And I need to learn the art of brevity from you! Pusses are like kids. Everyone has hilarious stories about their own and some folk can just bang on and on. I am afraid that I may have become one of them.

From the land of OZ, I bid all fellow cuteologists good night, and happy snorgling.

Ha ha ha! What an ADORABLE picture and what funny stories in the comments! I just brought home a foster family yesterday from the shelter-Emerald had two fat orange boys that we named Phil and Don-the Everley Kittens.

my reaction to this picture before I even realized I was speaking was
Kitt-EE-EE-EE-EE-EEs!!! like a car that wont start. I’m weird, but I just got back from Petsmart where I petted many gorgeous pupperses and am kind of on a sugar-high from it.

Funny – my daughter used to say she thought something was wrong w/ her (very bratty, very small) tortie. I didn’t really pay attention. She said whenever she would try to jump on somthing, she would most likely miss – crashing to the floor in humiliation. And she’s still quite young – so wasn’t like she was gettin on in yrs, or anything…. I guess it’s in the genes – ha. ( She has 4 others that SEEM to be quite normal)

Hmm, I’ve never heard about tortie’s being dim before. Polly is rather smart, maybe because she has thumbs she’s the more advanced type of tortie? Though she is rather neurotic, but who in NYC isn’t, at least list a little bit?

JennFriend, those are not the same cats from the Coco Chanel/Stila family. They were fostered and adopted through an agency here in Chicago. I don’t know where they went after that, but they were older than the kittens in those pics when they were adopted. And none of the kittens were gray.

My tortie has the disposition of Taz in his less benificent moods. she bit the vet twice in one session when she was a kitten. You think he would have learned the first time. They wear gloves now when she shows up. We still love her and bear the scars proudly.